Huntress Poem by Dean Meredith

The birds play chicken
With the cat
She likes chicken
They love to tease

She is a huntress
Natural
And as exotic as them
Poor gifted creatures

She finds her camouflage
Uses it well
Nature accepts her
Excited, she waits

They flit above
And around her
Hopping branch to branch
She waits

Her excited tail
Gives her away
Every swish & sway
Every agitated tap

They chatter
Flit & fly
But return
Just to spite her

Just to inflame her
Her love of prey
And the hunt
Of competing power

She rushes
They fly away
She waits again
They return

She waits
Tail tapping
Her desire
Each swish & sway

They hop
From branch to branch
She watches
Every feathery move

Waits
And waits
Given away
By her tail

They swoop
And mock
Laugh at her
In their birdy way

And she waits
With her tail
Still swaying
And swishing away

But they are gone
And she has lost
And they have won
For today